Chapter 119: I Call Bo Yanching Third Uncle

He had all the time when it came to patience.

Kang Mingde, with matters weighing on his mind, quickly fell into a disadvantage, but unable to swallow his pride, he said stiffly, “I heard from President Lai of Shenghua that you had a cooperation project with Bo’s a while ago and met Third Master Bo at the same table?”

Han Qi, clearly amused, raised an eyebrow, “Trying to cling to Bo’s?”

“Clinging to what!”

Kang Mingde pursed his lips, “After all, our two families are in a partnership, and when you have time, arrange a meeting with Third Master.

You know, lately Kang’s has had some difficulties.”

“You’re in trouble, and you don’t come to me but ask a stranger for help?” Han Qi asked nonchalantly.

Kang Mingde subconsciously glanced at him, unable to discern anything unusual from his face, which never forgot to mask intentions, but inside, he felt an indescribable discomfort.

It was truly suffocating to be trampled underfoot by his own son.

“You’re busy.”

“Ha…”

Han Qi laughed, his laughter fleeting, barely touching his lips before vanishing.

“Third Master Bo doesn’t have the time for you to fawn over him, I could cooperate with him because I called him ‘Uncle’ in public.”

“How could you!”

Kang Mingde angered, “You were born a Kang, if you want to change to your mother’s surname, I won’t stop you, but you still present Kang Family’s face outside, how can you call a stranger ‘Uncle’?”

“So what, you still came begging to me, wanting to cling to Bo Yanching.

If I call him ‘Uncle’, what should you call him?”

Han Qi answered his own question with a mocking tone, laced with irony, “In front of me, you all have to act like grandsires, doesn’t that mean calling Bo Yanching ‘Great Ancestor’?”

“Han Qi!

I am your father, do you have no respect for me?!”

“You are no longer the Kang Mingde you used to be, now everyone in the Kang Family has to look at my face to get by.

I usually let you off, but don’t dance in front of me.

If you push me, you’ll have nowhere to live, and your crumbling Kang’s, I’ll destroy it overnight!”

Han Qi stood up, smashed the fruit plate at the feet of Kang Xiangyue, his menacing gaze sweeping over the faces of the family of three.

The warning was full.

When leaving, he reverted to his usual dissolute snicker.

The butler blocked the doorway, wanting to stop him, “Young Master, the master has a heart condition, you angering him like this…”

“Scram.”

Han Qi cursed with a smile, which was always more bone-chilling than harsh words.

Kang Mingde collapsed in his chair, clutching his chest unable to breathe, his face turning red, his eyes bulging with the whites showing, cursing in his mouth, “This unfilial son, unfilial!

I should have strangled him the moment he was born!”

Liu Shi hurriedly sent the servants for the medicine, she glanced at Kang Xiangyue, who was scared and sitting on the ground, having no time to attend to her.

Gritting her teeth, she first helped Kang Mingde into the room.

The night air was like water, curling with the cold.

Han Qi drove the convertible, the wind from all directions pouring in, whistling behind his sunglasses, where a pair of eyes as cold as a lone wolf were hidden.

If it hadn’t been impossible to form ties with the Bo Family, Kang Mingde wouldn’t be plotting against him.

Keeping Kang’s was in fact having already drained half of Kang’s blood over the years, Kang Mingde had been struggling bitterly, biting his tongue and not asking Han Qi for help.

This was the first time, dreaming of making connections through him, and then what?

To turn around and deal with him?

Ha.

A den of short-sighted creatures, was Bo Yanching someone so easily provoked?

Han Qi drove aimlessly, slowing down as he spotted a slender figure standing at the bus stop, her body thinly lit by the cold light above.

Nan Jiaojiao.